Tomorrow marks the 150th anniversary of the firing on Ft. Sumter. So there’s no better time for shameless self-promotion of “The Sons of Lazarus,” my thriller about Civil War reenactors who play for keeps.
I wrote it years ago while under the influence of the idea that the world needed another novel. While not (intentionally) humorous, it does have its interesting moments. I’ve been told that people have stayed up late reading it, so if you suffer from insomnia, maybe you can deduct it as a medical expense.
Check out samples of the paperback version here or the Kindle version here.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled silliness.
I hope you weren't expecting anything profound.
If I ever need to plead insanity, this blog will provide valuable evidence.
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